Promotional photo for introduction of Edward Hardwicke as Dr. John Watson. Taken 1986.
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“Dr. Watson could not restrain a cry of amazement”, illustration by A. Gilbert for ‘The Adventure of the Mazarin Stone’, The Strand Magazine, 1921
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They help me with my Homework…
This is actually the best picture in existence.
From The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle:
“Will you bet, then?”
“It’s merely taking your money, for I know that I am right. But I’ll have a sovereign on with you, just to teach you not to be obstinate.”
The salesman chuckled grimly. “Bring me the books, Bill,” said he.
The small boy brought round a small thin volume and a great greasy-backed one, laying them out together beneath the hanging lamp.
“Now then, Mr. Cocksure,” said the salesman, “I thought that I was out of geese, but before I finish you’ll find that there is still one left in my shop. You see this little book?”
“Well?”
“That’s the list of the folk from whom I buy. D’you see? Well, then, here on this page are the country folk, and the numbers after their names are where their accounts are in the big ledger. Now, then! You see this other page in red ink? Well, that is a list of my town suppliers. Now, look at that third name. Just read it out to me.”
“Mrs. Oakshott, 117, Brixton Road—249,” read Holmes.
“Quite so. Now turn that up in the ledger.”
Holmes turned to the page indicated. “Here you are, ‘Mrs. Oakshott, 117, Brixton Road, egg and poultry supplier.’”
“Now, then, what’s the last entry?”
“‘December 22nd. Twenty-four geese at 7s. 6d.’”
“Quite so. There you are. And underneath?”
“‘Sold to Mr. Windigate of the Alpha, at 12s.’”
“What have you to say now?”
Sherlock Holmes looked deeply chagrined. He drew a sovereign from his pocket and threw it down upon the slab, turning away with the air of a man whose disgust is too deep for words. A few yards off he stopped under a lamp-post and laughed in the hearty, noiseless fashion which was peculiar to him.
“When you see a man with whiskers of that cut and the ‘Pink ‘un’ protruding out of his pocket, you can always draw him by a bet,” said he. “I daresay that if I had put £100 down in front of him, that man would not have given me such complete information as was drawn from him by the idea that he was doing me on a wager.”
Meanwhile, protruding out of Fletcher’s pocket in Hounds:
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Look at Holmes. You can just read the entire Hiatus in his eyes.
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We went to visit family today and I met my second cousin, and she is basically the female Watson. She’s done two tours in Afghanistan, she’s a physician’s assistant, she’s blonde and looks like she’s in her thirties, and she’s incredibly down-to-earth and very nice but very straight-talking.
We’ve recommended BBC Sherlock to her and I think that watching it will be a bit surreal for her.
(also she’s not English, she’s Canadian, but we’re basically English Lite anyway)
Watson!
This is from the bit where he’s first meeting Mycroft. I like it because it shows his bamfier side; sometimes I forget that he’s not a hedgehog in a jumper. Don’t get me wrong, I love all the kittens and jam and rage pictures, but I find that I sometimes forget that he is a grown man who has been through a war.
I wanted to try out the technique that girl-on-the-moon uses of doing a pencil drawing, then scanning and highlighting it in photoshop. It’s fun! (although I definitely haven’t got the hang of it yet)
http://girl-on-the-moon.deviantart.com/art/Pencil-Tutorial-192131994
